Vurnable

“Play the game or be replaced,” they say,

As the lights flicker on and the shadows sway.

In the realm of glitter, where dreams intertwine,

An artist’s heart beats, but oh, how it pines.

“Once, I stood tall, with visions so grand,

But the weight of the world slipped through my hand.

Fame, a cruel mistress, whispers sweet lies,

Promising glory while it veils the goodbyes.”

“So here I am, with paint on my hands,

Crafting illusions, while truth misunderstands.

In a studio crowded with echoes of doubt,

I scream for connection, but silence shouts out.”

“Loneliness lingers in the corners of fame,

In a world full of faces, I’m lost in a name.

They clap and they cheer, but do they really see?

The battles I fight, the longing to be free.”

“Money, a predator, sharp as a knife,

Cuts through the essence of a once vibrant life.

I chase after riches, but I’m left feeling hollow,

A stage full of laughter, yet I walk a dark hollow.”

“Play the game or be replaced, they insist,

But what of the heart? It’s too easy to miss.

I wear a mask made of laughter and grace,

Yet beneath it all, I’m just seeking a place.”

“Can you hear me, can you feel what I feel?

These colors I’m mixing, they’re not just for appeal.

In every brushstroke, in each word I weave,

Is the cry of a soul that just wants to believe.”

“So I’ll paint my story, with all of its scars,

In the silence, I’ll find my own guiding stars.

Though loneliness shadows, and fame holds me tight,

In this vulnerable space, I’ll reclaim my own light.”